Onward and upward, Towards the creator,. The coiling of serpents, The circling of ravens,. Our blackened souls, Spirit and temper,. Writhing in hatred, Is nothing sacred?.
Infected and rejected. The pressure gets to you. Disjointed and erected. Protection from the mutes. . Wasted and exhausted. A new attitude. Restrained to the table.
Machines of madness. Destined to destroy. Inter-connections. Body fluids deploy. . Sleep depravation. Consciousness grows cold. Organic stimulation. Empowered codes.
A jaded generation dissolves the unknown. Neurotic deprivation, no one left to own. Sinking endlessly into infancy. . Let's come together. Let's come together.
~~~~~~~~. "Where am I? Am I dreaming or is this death? I'm dead, I think.". A grey, toxic rain. Starts to appear. No real life. Just human wasteland. All around....
Your skin lights up the darkened sky. A mirror of the scene. You light the flame, now you're to blame. 'Cause nothing will ever be the same. . You burned it down to the ground.
Atmosphere is cold. Tension cuts like a knife. Hazed are the eyes. Reflecting shadows of the past. Nothing moves -. They all just stare.. Inner peace is gone.
Faces of a thousand people. The sickness in their mind is real. We fight and struggle to survive. This cultured way of suicide. . This faith is real. The betrayal.
the delusion. of the last day. despair, dismay. believers, relieve us. deceivers, receive us. wielding still. within the dark clouds. we sodomize the senses.
"The chair is armed, repeat, the chair is armed!". "Come back in here... Come back in here... You'll never turn the TV on, boy.. I'll be there. I'll be there waiting for you...I'll wait over here for you.".
I don't think that any means necessary for survival. Stick 'em up motherfucker I don't think that. I don't think that the real violence has even started yet.
in talon's grasp. a serpent coiled. the curse of crow. in accent hoarse. drawn to despair. orchard of bone. doomed to endure. the woven word. all ears incline.
Oh! Let's go!. . Here we are, back again. Girl, you're drivin' me insane.. I wanna get in the pool. But then I look like a fool.. Oh yeah!. . So now I wanna Take Ya Home.
(lyrics written and sung by Kristy Thirsk). . The lessons were all learned. My soul has charred, what they burned. 'Til the end of time. So silence shamed me.
Open the gates. let all the wounded in. leave the rest to rot. fear the sky. amazing how it happened, the blood poured down like rain. fear this sky, fear our sky.
Hey there, you are a simple design. I created your lies. . Hold on, this is not fair for anyone. They all think they are alive. . This is my immaculate design.
Next time we walk down to the docks. While welcoming the morning sun. We'll share rations of bread with. Drifters and deceivers know I only see. This hour after evenings of infamy.
Inside me. Empty, is how you left. Confused, scared, alone. . I am confused, I am scared. I am alone, I am without you. You are heartless without compassion.
Darkness chokes my emotions, your breath numbs my soul. Stand with me, by my side, take my hand and lead the way. Out from the shadows into the real world.
Begin, present, fade out. Judgment, please, don't fail me now. This time, this time. . A lesson learned is a picture burned. You're a memory to me. Upon ignition come bear witness.